Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.